Under the eaves, several black elves from the south were chirping and discussing with each other where to build a new home.
Someone wanted to use bows and arrows to show these few birds that dared to occupy a place under the roof of their tribe to show the inviolability of the Qingque tribe, but Han Cheng stopped them.
The little swallow in the floral dress is a kind of beneficial insect, and it is best not to harm it.
Moreover, according to legend, swallows are an auspicious bird. Building nests under the eaves of a home proves that this family is prone to good luck.
Otherwise, why would there be a saying that in the old days, kings would fly into ordinary people’s homes?
The first-class aristocratic family has fallen into decline, and has no luck, and the swallow, an auspicious bird that is nostalgic for its nest, has also abandoned it...
Of course, this is just a lucky draw, and this matter should not be taken too seriously.
Not only did Han Cheng not let anyone harm these black elves, but after discovering that the swallows had begun to build nests in the mud under the eaves, Han Cheng also planted two tall poles not far away with his own hands, with various threads tied between them.
The rope is too thick.
Swallows who are tired of flying stand on this line and comb their feathers, reflected in the warm sky, like a few notes jumping on the staff.
Looking up at these, Han Cheng felt something familiar.
Bai Xuemei, who was standing aside, looked up with her little face raised. She was not as beautiful as the blooming peach blossoms. She was rocking her braid. She didn't understand why Brother Cheng was so fascinated...
"Bang bang bang..."
"Wow..."
Continuous sounds resounded in the long-standing orchard of the Qingque tribe, shaking flying flowers all over the ground.
In the worried eyes of Wu and others, many branches of these fruit trees were cut off, and some of the cut branches were thicker than the mouth of a bowl.
Over the past few years, the number of fruits produced by this naturally formed orchard has been gradually decreasing each year.
Fortunately, they don't rely on this fruit to survive the winter now, otherwise, this thing would be so witchy and senior brother and the others would be very sad.
In an accidental mention, the Son of God learned about this and said that he had a way to make the fruit trees bear more fruit again.
At this time, it was not yet time to plant millet, and the rapeseed had just begun to stem. Occasionally, some yellow flowers were exposed, and it was not yet the peak blooming season. At this time, the Qingque tribe was relatively free.
So in the mood of following the Son of God to see the wonder, many people brought tools and followed the Son of God to this orchard, wanting to see how the Son of God used heaven-defying methods to make these fruit trees bear more fruit.
As a result, the method we waited for was so simple and crude that even primitive people could not stand it.
Just one word - cut!
After arriving here, the great Son of God faced these fruit trees that were in full bloom or in bud, without any mercy, and directly started to use cruel methods to destroy the flowers.
He used a relatively sharp stone chip to mark out paths on some branches of these fruit trees, and asked people to cut off these branches along the paths he made, or use saws to cut them off.
The method was extremely cruel, and some fruit trees shrank by two-thirds after his work!
Looking at the fallen flowers and the numerous broken branches on the ground, Wu, his senior brother, and others couldn't help but twitch in their hearts.
Is this the method used to increase the yield of fruit trees?
So many branches have been removed, where can the output be increased?
Not only will there not be an increase, but the most likely possibility is that production will be reduced...
Just looking at the confident Son of God, who was constantly scratching on the fruit trees with the stone in his hand, they began to murmur in their hearts.
Except for accidentally turning the can into wine, Shenzi didn't seem to have made many mistakes in other things.
It was precisely because there was such a precedent that they did not speak rashly, but held the idea of waiting to see the results.
Of course, another more important reason is that the tribe does not rely on this orchard to survive.
Under such circumstances, the Son of God could do whatever he wanted to the orchard.
Han Cheng stood here and looked at this sturdy peach tree for a while, with a lot of peach gum on it, and decisively made marks on several branches.
The tree has become so old. If we don't clean and prune some branches, how can we bear much fruit?
The roots of trees absorb more nutrients, but they are not enough to transport them to the trunk.
Pruning this orchard was not Han Cheng's whim.
In the past, with the abundance of other foods, the proportion of fruits in the Qingque tribe's food composition has indeed declined, and the decline has been dramatic.
But with the advent of fruit wine and vinegar, the somewhat redundant fruit has come into use again.
On the night of New Year's Eve, many people in the Qingque tribe experienced the wonderful feeling of drifting away from the wine that didn't taste very good at the beginning, so they were very enthusiastic about making wine.
Millet is too precious to the Qingque tribe, and it is impossible to use it to make wine.
So the final idea still comes down to these fruits.
Moreover, Han Cheng is also planning to continue studying canned food, which also requires a lot of fruits.
I just don’t know if I will be like that guy, who has never been able to make cans well, but has made the wine more and more flavorful.
Han Cheng thought helplessly.
With these many demands, pruning fruit trees to increase yields has become a very necessary thing.
In this matter, Bugs Bunny, who was deliberately cultivated by Han Cheng, was most involved.
These fruit branches are cut down and dried in the sun before being used as firewood.
I haven't encountered duck until now. If there is such a thing, it will not have much flavor when roasted with fruit branches.
While Han Cheng and the others were dealing with the orchard here, Cao Gen, who was in a good mood, also stretched out his arms to embrace the warm spring breeze.
After a difficult winter, the grass roots have lost a lot of weight, and the whole person is a little out of shape, as if a gust of wind can blow him away.
But he was still very happy because he was finally not eaten by his tribe and was still alive.
Not only him, but three other people who had the same experience as him also got good results.
On the one hand, this is due to their painstaking efforts to find various foods that can be used to satisfy their hunger. On the other hand, it is the tribe that brought them the good news.
If it hadn't been for the last moment when the dark-looking tribesman arrived and gave them a precious thing called a clay pot that could be used to boil soup into hot water, they would still have been unable to escape the fate of being eaten.
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Just using some useless furs to get these, they are naturally happy to do so.
